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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T09:49:39+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 1 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,

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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T09:55:49+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T09:56:40+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 20 A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T09:58:19+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T09:59:16+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips' red If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

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Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) — 2023-03-03T10:00:01+00:00

<< vorheriges | nächstes >> zur Übersicht der Sonette sonnet 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth, Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,